Pulling Together a Villain Reformation Strategy

Although I don't know what he's talking about, but I feel very powerful... Yulang retracted the hand that wanted to pick the flowers embarrassingly: "Who do you look like?"

The fairy did not speak.

Yulang waited for a while, pouted sullenly.

It took a long time before that voice faintly sounded again: "...like a good brother who grew up with me."

Yulang remembers whether to eat or not, and became interested again: "Good brother? That's a man. I thought only women were compared to flowers."

The sun was gradually setting, and the surrounding light was dimming. The fairy seemed to smile: "How can a woman compare with him. There is no woman in this world who is more beautiful than him... He is also very smart and strong, um, also Very powerful, but his personality is a bit stubborn... Pretend to be fierce, but in fact he has a good heart..."

As expected, the brother of the fairy is like a fairy. Yulang listened to the other party's words to the end, his tone became lighter and lighter, as if he was talking to himself: "This tree was planted by the two of us before. It just came out at that time. I entered Danfenglin, and was granted the title of "Shuangbi of the Lingtai", but it was also a lot of glory. The boy was covered in blood, and he still talked nonsense with me, saying that his clothes were of that color, and he had to suffer for face since he was a child... ..."

Looking at the plum blossoms, he finally gave a wry smile, and said incoherently: "The plum blossoms today are no longer as beautiful as they were when I looked at them with him."

No matter how long he stood here, there would no longer be the plum tree he wanted to see in the world.

Yulang said, "Let him accompany you again."

After he finished speaking, he let out an "ah", because a ball of bright colored light suddenly lit up in the opponent's hand.Yulang was shaken for a moment, rubbed his eyes and took a closer look. It turned out that the gods somehow got out a glazed lamp and held it in his hand. The colorful light reflected on the snow and the plum blossoms. It was so beautiful.

Just like that, he held up the lamp to shine on Zhao Yulang's face, and said expressionlessly: "You dare to ask me such a thing. You really are a brat who doesn't know anything, and a sick brat."

Yulang nana, but he said very directly: "My brother can no longer accompany me, because he is dead and I killed him."

Yulang was really taken aback at first, then poked his head to see his expression, then suddenly laughed and said, "Ah, you scared me, you lied."

The god squinted at him and did not speak, but Yulang was a little overjoyed because he had seen through the other party's "trick": "You stand here thinking of him and praising him, and he is so good, how could you be willing to kill him?" What? You must be lying."

"Yeah, how could I... be willing to kill him?"

The other party was not like his other little friends who laughed after being exposed, but said such a sentence to himself.

Yulang felt that something was wrong, so he suddenly raised his head to look over, but the other party didn't seem to expect that Yulang would raise his head, and suddenly turned around, but there were clearly tears in the eyes as drawn by pen and ink...

Yulang was dumbfounded.

The bright lights went out without warning, and the world was plunged into darkness.Something fell into his hand, and it felt like a small bottle made of jade. Under the cover of darkness, the fairy's tone returned to the cold and calm: "You eat this, I'm leaving."

Hearing the word "eat", Yulang forgot his other questions, and asked silly: "What is this?"

"sugar."

After saying this word, there was no one around him.

But after that, Yulang often thought—is his good brother really dead?

Until more than half a year later, he saw that person again, still under the old plum tree, but this season, there were no flowers on the branches.

"My surname is Yun." The fairy told him.

Yulang felt that he seemed to be a little different from last time. I couldn't tell you the specifics, but, um, he seemed to be a little more popular, and he was not like before, making people feel very sad when they saw him. There seemed to be more in his eyes. "Hope", but at that time, Yulang didn't quite understand it.

He was just a little happy for no reason, and said, "Then I'll call you Brother Yun!"

The immortal paused, and said, "You should call me Mr. Yun."

Yulang didn't care, he squatted beside him curiously, and looked with his head: "Young Master Yun, what are you digging for?... By the way, the candy you gave me last time was really delicious!"

Mr. Yun was also more talkative than last time, and said simply: "Digging graves."

He didn't know where he found a heavy shovel, and he was shoveling the soil under the plum tree. This may be the reason why Yulang felt that he was more popular than last time—because after all, no god needed it. Digging the hole by hand.

Wouldn't it be enough to cast a spell with a wave of your hand?Why do you have to do this in person, with such a solemn expression on your face.

I don't know if Mr. Yun is too intimidating, or if he never believed that he killed someone in his heart, anyway, Yulang didn't feel scared when he heard him digging a grave. He squatted beside him and watched him dig a hole. He untied a small pendant from his neck and put it into the pit.

As soon as the small pendant touched the ground, it immediately turned into a big coffin.

Yulang took a breath, thought of something, and hurriedly said: "This, can't it be the body of your good brother? You really killed him... No, then why didn't you bury it until today?"

Mr. Yun twitched the corners of his lips, as if he wanted to laugh, but he didn't: "This is my own coffin."

Yulang said in surprise: "What? No, there is clearly someone in this coffin..."

At this point in his story, on the long street full of people coming and going, Xue Yingzhi's footsteps stopped suddenly, she turned her head to look in the direction of the restaurant, and sighed softly.

Yulang said: "After he heard what I said, he jumped into the big pit, holding on to the coffin for a long time and refused to let go. I think he seemed to say something, but I didn't hear clearly. Uncle Xue, you know Why did the suzerain say that it was his own coffin?"

Xue Yingzhi smiled slowly, and said, "He just buried his past self."

He didn't wait for Yulang to ask any more questions, and reached out to pat him on the back of the head, and the two turned into a clothing store: "In any case, things will get better, children, don't think so much. Well, I think the coldest part of winter is almost over. , I have to buy you some more spring shirts..."

"...I just met him by chance before. Seeing that kid's sick face, I gave him a snow sage pill. If it weren't for this elixir, he probably wouldn't be alive now."

Yun Xie still didn't know that his old background had been exposed, and he was still sitting in the restaurant complacently convincing Jiang Xunyi of his lies: "It really is karma and reincarnation, I helped him prolong his life, and finally went around I have to take care of Zhuan Zhuan. If I knew it earlier, I wouldn’t have saved this little brat.”

The wine cup twirled between his fingers, Jiang Xunyi raised his head and drank it all in one gulp: "Speak harshly again? Then next time you have to do what you say." He threw the cup into Yun Xie's arms Throw: "It's like facing that plum tree this morning. When you are happy, you are full of praise, and when you are angry, you destroy the flowers with your hands. In short, it is you who are good or bad."

Yun Xie quickly caught the cup and threw it on the table, then put his arms around Jiang Xunyi's shoulder, and said with a smile, "I am only good and not bad in front of you."

Jiang Xunyi chuckled lightly: "Including hiding something from me?"

Yun Xie rubbed his nose, really reluctant to talk about what happened at that time, but seeing Jiang Xunyi's smile, he still felt helpless: "If you want to hear..."

"Forget it, I'm not interested." Jiang Xunyi interrupted him and said, "I was teasing you just now, but you won't harm me anyway."

He patted Yun Xie's hand away and stood up: "Don't smirk, I was supposed to leave this morning, but this incident happened halfway and delayed my work for a while. Now I really want to go back to Lingyin, Yun Rest, let's leave here?"

Yun Xie rubbed his fingers reluctantly, feeling Jiang Xunyi's lingering warmth: "Shall I go with you?"

Jiang Xunyi smiled but said, "Why are you going to my Lingyin? You are not welcome."

Yun Xie said deeply: "Look at you, why are you so affectionate? Who wants you to welcome me? I... I'm here to find Jiang Molou! I haven't seen him for a long time, and I miss him a little bit."

The bigger Yun Xie is, the more shameless he gets.Jiang Xun realized his junior brother's possible expression when he heard these words, couldn't help laughing, threw a piece of silver on the table, pushed Yun Xie's shoulder and said: "Then go! I can tell you Xie, if you dare not tell Mo Lou about this when you reach the mountain, I will beat you to death."

Yun Xie finally made a breakthrough, and he and Jiang Xunyi looked at each other, each couldn't help laughing, each of them drew their swords, and soon turned into flying lights, and rushed out along the window.

Yun Xie's clothes fluttered in the wind, and when he passed the village where Yulang once lived, he glanced down with his hands behind his back, lowered his eyes and smiled slightly.

…At that time, he jumped into the earth pit dug by himself with shovel after shovel, looked at the face inside through the translucent coffin lid, and was reluctant to sprinkle the earth for a long time.

This is his spring, his cheerfulness, the smiling leaves, the warm moonlight, the only person in this world who can make him feel sad.

And as soon as those handfuls of soil were covered, some things were really buried.

But... Yun Xie looked into the distance, although the past has passed, but luckily he still found his Ah Xun.God has always been generous to him, allowing them to get to know each other since they were young, to communicate with each other in heart and soul, and they have been in the same boat until today.

So this "fate" took root and grew into "fen", watering the blossoms that are cherished in his heart.

Can't throw away, don't want to let go.

Yun Xie let out a clear whistle, closed his eyes and jumped out, flicked his sleeves without looking at it, and the coffin was deeply covered in the ground.

The innocent and curious child had already left. Yun Xie took out a few blank yellow talismans from his bosom, bit his finger, drew strange symbols with blood, and then sprinkled them with his hands. From now on, this coffin It was completely sealed, and no one could find or try to seize it except himself.

Yun Xie turned around silently and walked down the mountain.After walking a few steps, he finally couldn't help turning his head back, and took a last look at the flat land that was as good as before.

The past... is over...

But Ah Xun, from now on, no matter whether you are willing to forgive me or not, I will use my whole life to promise you happiness and no worries.

The author has something to say: I was forced to come up with a side story, and I finally finished it^_^. I am actually very grateful for such an opportunity, and my sense of satisfaction > tired.

For Lingtai Shuangbi, many people envy them, look up to them, and want to be them, but what others see is the glamor and nobility on the outside, and the struggles they have experienced and the injuries they have suffered can only be remembered by each other. bottom of my heart.We met each other when we were young, and we thank God for generously giving them such a great fate, and we also thank Yun Yun and Xiao Jiang for grasping this precious gift and not letting go.

What I want to tell is an equal, heroic, sweet but not greasy love story between two men.

Due to limited ability, please forgive me if I am not sure, it must be because the author is stupid, Yunyun and Xiaojiang are still very cute.I will try my best to continue to improve myself, thank you again for those who are willing to listen to the story.

See you in February~ If there are babies who don’t like the type of quick wear, then the following article "So You Are Such a Bodyguard" belongs to the modern and warm bamboo horse novel, and then I will write other ancient stories, and I plan to post them one after another Copywriter, look forward to the reunion (づ￣3￣)づ, because I love you all.

Happy New Year!